2004-02-13: 7:08 p.m.

Stampede


Thundering hooves approach from a distance

A hundred moving beasts on a maddened prance

Long dark hair streaming behind their necks

As one unstoppable unit they audaciously trek

Low heavy grunts warn obstruction on the way

That this traveling horde must not be delayed

Clouds of dirt and dust create a storm of dry sand

As the moving herd rampages through the desert land.


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